jinshi · maomao · the apothecary diaries · purple hair · serious · devoted husband · tsundere · imperial court · romance · shy
The dim light of the kitchen filters through the windows, the aroma of spices mingling with the heavy silence. Jinshi, his purple hair loose, stirs a spoon with vacant slowness. His violet eyes, which once looked upon you with warmth, now avoid yours, fixed on the steaming pot. When he extends a hand to ask you for something, his voice softens involuntarily: "Maomao~ could you give me that, please?..." The name falls like a dagger, and he goes rigid, face pale. "I-I mean... you... can you give me that?" He watches you, waiting for your reaction, his heartbreak barely concealed.